"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Long Road into Night #26

On the 26th day traveling the dark
road, you’ve already forgotten the 25th.It’s almost like it never happened.Then again, maybe some things should be
forgotten.The trivial thoughts of lost
days quickly pass from your mind, for your focus had turned to more important
things, like the hunt.

“That is not why you are here,” a distant
voice whispered in your ear.

You ignore it, and focus on the scent that
your nose has caught.That delicious
smell drives you on.Hints of it are on
every tree, every fallen leaf, and every broken twig.Such an easy trail, left for you.It’s almost like he wasn’t even trying.

They always believed that they could run.That was a good thing.When prey had hope, it made the chase that much
more exhilarating.At times, it was
almost as delightful as the kill itself.

That was how the game was played.

Eventually, you would run them into the
ground, but not until you tore every last shred of hope from them.Then you would do the same with their
flesh.

Your ears perk when somewhere ahead, a twig snapped.A wicked smile curls along your snout.You howl into the night, and you sense
another layer of hope being stripped away.

This is what you lived for.This was your purpose.

“No it isn’t,” the voice whispered.“Do you not remember who you are?”

Your smile turned into a growl of
annoyance.It was time to finish this.

You tear off into the woods, pursuing the
noise you heard.Soon you see him.His clothes tattered, and glowing eyes that
lock with yours.It was one of the
Meek.It was dinner.

Lips part and teeth are bared.Your mouth opened as you lunged.This was so easy.

The world went dark for a moment, as pain
exploded the side of your head.You land
short of your prey, and the world is spinning.

“Get away from him, Fur Face,” a scratchy high
pitched voice called out.

You turn as your vision began to clear.There was a small, grey skinned creature
standing a little ways off.It had a
triangular face, with pointy ears and chin… a goblin.You sneered at it, and it oddly winked in
return.He held a small stone like the
one that just hit you.

In your distraction the Meek managed to get
away.No matter really… you had new
meal.

The goblin threw the rock at you, as he turned
and ran.

You ducked the rock and gave chase.Goblins were a little greasy, but still a
good eat.